Sonnet 19 (Sonnet XIX)When I consider how my light is spenta poem by John Milton

When I consider how my light is spent,Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,And that one talent which is death to hideLodged with me useless, though my soul more bentTo serve therewith my Maker, and presentMy true account, lest He returning chide,"Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?"I fondly ask; But patience, to preventThat murmur, soon replies "God doth not needEither man's work or his own gifts. Who bestBear His mild yoke, they serve Him best. His stateIs kingly: thousands at His bidding speedAnd post o'er land and ocean without rest;They also serve who only stand and wait."

NoteMany people refer to this poem as 'When I consider how my life is spent' however when Milton wrote this poem he was referring to his rapidly failing eyesight

Sonnet 19 (Sonnet XIX)When I consider how my light is spent - poem by John Milton

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